The Distant Threshold

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"You have the seal, or you do not." The voice of the Magistrate cut through the stale air of the chamber, dry as parchment left too long in the sun. I stood before the high desk, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, though the steel was dull, tarnished by years of service in the lower districts. The seal in question was not a wax stamp, but a heavy iron disc, cold to the touch, that I had...

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